the poet & her muse

𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 & 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭

i lay my heart like a naked paper,

allowing you to explored

and land mark in places you have been to.

i see myself through your eyes,

the fire of wanderlust,

the desire that gnawing our soul.

but love,

why torment ourselves with lies

when both of us know the truth?

treating it as if nothing and trivial

but both of us lost in our kiss,

the sweat that mingling on our

skin send tingles and create fireworks,

you drew territory on my body,

and whisper my name to every part

of your mouth travel.

we crave and aching for each other,

longing for presence but we're

too oblivious and ignorant.

are we denying the truth or avoiding from it?

the universe has gave us many

signs and chances,

but we'd been only drinking the same

mixture of bitter love and

sweet lust flavour.

but that's the thing is,

they never meant to be.

that's why it leave stung in our mouth

and fractured in our heart,

we're only feeding our lust,

but never our love.